Do you have lonely socks? I have lots of lonely socks. Before I had a cat, I blamed lonely socks on the dryer. These days I blame Purfessor Snape, aka Boo. Boo has a sock fetish. He’ll steal matched sets out of the sock drawer if you leave it open even a crack.
While rearranging Hannah’s room the other day I found a couple of my missing socks under her bed.
I discovered the true status of The Lonely Sock Club today when I finished a monster load of laundry. I often toss the unmatched socks onto my dresser to be matched up later. Today I gathered them all with the hopes of matchmaking. I found seventeen – count ’em 17 – lonely socks!
So I immediately went to Hannah to inquire if she too had lonely socks.
Maybe Roo’s lonely socks and my lonely socks can hookup and become pairs.
Our family used to swear there was a “one-sock shark” in our washing machine.
Our cat Liz does the same thing. Must be a Maine cat thing
I have a personal pile of missing socks. The cat doesn’t care about them. It’s a mystery…and I have looked everywhere for them!
Our two cats abscond with socks, too. It must be a Wisconsin cat thing as well.